My mental health is at a low.
Why do I hate myself oh so?
I wish the self-loathing thoughts would stop.
I wish my brain didn't feel like it could pop.
I don't trust the doctors but have nowhere to turn.
To shut off these intrusive thoughts is all that I yearn.
Is medication my only cure
To stop this torture I endure?
I've lived with this for far too long,
Trying my best to just keep strong.
I guess I'm brave or stupid or both
To think I can live with this self-loathe.
Maybe it's trauma from my past,
Thoughts and feelings that always last.
They trickle back in day after day,
But this time I really need to find my way.
A way to fix this messy mind
And make myself think more kind.
If only I could take my own advice,
Maybe then one day I'd love my life!?
You have depression but you laugh
You have anxiety but you go out
You second guess yourself but seem so confident
You have a happy life but still feel sad
You help everyone around you but can't help yourself
You seem so strong but feel so weak
You do so much but have no motivation
The mask only falls at home
The mask only falls alone
Maybe one day I'll shatter the mask and see if I'm still standing
@TraumaHealing23 Certainly was a process I was lucky to stop it going too far this time before being hospitalised trauma and stress certainly have a lot to answer for in my life that's for sure
@billgwolcott I grew up with a dad who could do no wrong I felt from a young age the burden of being in the wrong for the littlest things and still to this day feel its presence, it can be very detrimental
Why do I act angry
When I don't feel it inside?
Maybe it's my defense,
A way to secretly hide.
My stress levels are chaotic.
They bubble up so deep,
Then they spill right over.
Think before you speak.
I want to scream.
I want to shout.
I'm messed up.
Of that, there's no doubt.
I wish I didn't feel this way
About every little thing.
Maybe if I kept my cool,
Happiness it would bring.
I try deep breaths.
I try to tell myself to stay calm.
But the levels keep on rising,
And they only do me harm.
If only I could control my stress,
Not panic all the time.
Then maybe one day
I would learn that it is all fine.
The little moments of worrying,
A mountain out of a molehill.
If only I could stop myself
And not make myself so ill.
@TheBrolosopher My anger comes out when I get really anxious I wrote a poem about it the other day how sometimes I don't even feel angry but that's what bubbles up on the outside
The Wonder of Life
The wonder of life is oh so mad,
One moment happy, one moment sad.
Smile through the dark,
And try to make your mark
In this crazy world we call life.
The wonder of life is oh so strange,
Thoughts in your head to rearrange.
Laugh through your worry,
And try not to hurry.
In this crazy world we call life.
The wonder of life is hard to explain,
Trying to keep yourself free from pain.
Rejoice in the life you are given,
And try not to become hidden.
In this crazy world we call life.
The wonder of life is found all around,
In every moment, in every sound.
Celebrate the small victories,
And try to breathe in the gentle breeze.
In this crazy world we call life.
The wonder of life comes from within,
Your family, friends, siblings and kin.
Love the moments you can smile,
And try to hold on to them for a little while.
In this crazy world we call life.
Why do I act angry
When I don't feel it inside?
Maybe it's my defense,
A way to secretly hide.
My stress levels are chaotic.
They bubble up so deep,
Then they spill right over.
Think before you speak.
I want to scream.
I want to shout.
I'm messed up.
Of that, there's no doubt.
I wish I didn't feel this way
About every little thing.
Maybe if I kept my cool,
Happiness it would bring.
I try deep breaths.
I try to tell myself to stay calm.
But the levels keep on rising,
And they only do me harm.
If only I could control my stress,
Not panic all the time.
Then maybe one day
I would learn that it is all fine.
The little moments of worrying,
A mountain out of a molehill.
If only I could stop myself
And not make myself so ill.
It was my little boys 10th birthday party today he loved every minute of it but I'm sat here overthinking every little thing as usual! I was stressed this morning I let the pressure of 'performing' get the better of me. When am I going to feel good enough, when will I learn I am enough ๐